A gentle vibration stirs the wolf awake, one eye cracking open to face the sun’s menace. Tyler fumbles for his phone; not the alarm going off, but a message reading, ‘I’ll be there in a minute.’ A look of relief settles over his scruffy face, sliding out from under the thin blue covers of his bed. Sporting only a pair of grey underpants he creeps out of his bedroom and peeks at Sebastian’s door sitting slightly ajar. A few steps further and he is at the stairs, just in time to see it glide open and Sam appear. The wolf brings a finger up to his lips and beckons his friend up towards him, both careful to avoid alerting Sebastian. As they stand so close to one another, Tyler leans forward and plants a kiss on the white muzzle, pulling back to his bedroom.
School has returned to their schedules making time together before it increasingly relaxing but just as precious. Between the instinctive act of locking his door and turning around, Sam has taken off his t-shirt and begun to work on his trousers. The long-awaited day has arrived, the combined nagging of their fathers stalling every desire to move forward. Tyler’s paws curl around the waist of his lover and buries his muzzle between his neck and shoulder, biting the soft flesh. Sam’s pants fall to the ground. The thin, taut fabric of each boy’s underwear is all that separates them, though their fluids have mixed by the tent they both have.
Tyler’s breathing is shallow, making every effort to keep this rendezvous secret. “I want you.” His fingers hook over the side of Sam’s underpants, sliding them down to reveal a slippery mess. He uses one paw to stroke the shaft to attention while taking the front of his own underwear down.
Sam returns the favour with both paws, his own breathing sharp and almost pained from desperation. “Ty…” He can hardly focus on the task; the effort being used to steady his trembling knees.
The bed springs creak as Tyler pushes the border collie onto it, laying on top and locking in another passionate saliva exchange. Their red cocks gloss over each other, too slippery for friction to take effect. Precum stains the fur around their pelvises, each second of the kiss translating to time spent blindly grinding. “I wanna cum,” he whispers, straining to hold back the building pressure.
Still dangling half over the edge of the bed Sam spreads his legs. “Put it in me,” he pleads, biting on his finger nervously after the vigorous frot session.
“Move up.” Tyler pushes off and starts to move his boyfriend around on the mattress, batting away the flailing limbs. Laid across the bed staring at the ceiling Sam relaxes his head on the pillows, his boyfriend sitting on his legs and pulling the blankets over them. “You’re so cute.” Their lips meet with a smooch, Tyler dominating in the exchange, tongue invading the border collie’s mouth.
“Ty get up,” Sebastian speaks through the door, using a claw to flip the lock over. “You’ve gotta walk to class kiddo.” The door swings inward blocking view of the bed which hides behind it, but the sight of a school uniform haphazardly strewn all over the floor, a mahogany t-shirt and black pants, is enough to fluster him.
“Bastian!” the boy shrieks and pulls the covers around his shoulders, trying to hide his partner’s presence. “You fucking ass!” Tyler shouts, mortified from the interruption his cock shrinks back into his sheath.
Snapping the door closed with a crack Sebastian replies, “I’m sorry!” His fingers curl around his fur and he starts to tug it while walking down stairs. The usually small black pupils consume the size of his green eyes. “I’m not fucking any ass,” he comments while pouring a bowl of cereal, trying to replace the distaste with humour.
“Hey, hey come on,” Sam encourages, still completely erect and wriggling beneath his mate. “Please hun,” he grunts and starts grinding again, folding his legs around Tyler’s waist and putting his hole against the delinquent sheath.
“Nuh-uh,” he refuses and shakes his head, rolling to the side with his back flush against the cold cement wall.
“I’m going!” Sebastian shouts from the front door.
“Now nobody is here, c’mon,” Sam continues harassing the wolf. He traces through the thick black fur coating his lover’s chest, teasing the nipples. With a grip on his still throbbing erection Sam rubs it into the parting of Tyler’s sheath, hoping to encourage the wolf out.
The mood lost after being interrupted Tyler begins to make excuses, “We only have fifteen minutes now.”
“It’s plenty.”
“It doesn’t feel right.”
“Ten minutes ago, you were.”
“Before Sebastian nearly busted us.”
“You can either fuck me right now or I’m gonna do you,” Sam threatens, bringing an end to their bickering; his gentle personality replaced by youthful lust. A month and a half has passed since their first proper meeting in the backyard over summer, all the pressure and build-up of hormones ready to explode. The chest stroking devolves into a gripping of the fur with Sam forcing a kiss, kicking and twisting his legs between and around his partner. 
“S-Sammy.” They struggle for a moment but Tyler shoves him away, slipping off the bed, his blanket draped over his shoulders like a cape in front of the window. Five meters sits between his position and the door. The only obstacle a riled-up border collie eyeing the bit of pink has starting to show itself at the top of his sheath. “They said when school starts we can,” Tyler says barely inching his way to his escape.
“Daddy doesn’t care,” Sam replies, crawling to the edge of the bed and preparing to pounce. His tail wags wildly in excitement, watching intently as his partner makes the perilous journey across the room.
Halfway toward the door but now directly in line from the horny pup he desperately tries to renege his earlier desires, “What about diseases?”
Shaking his head confidently Sam answers, “My dad’s your doctor too.”
Tyler can’t react to the figure barrelling towards him, hitting the ground with a thud and groan. Recovering quickly, he begins to crawl to the door only to be held up by a firm grip on his ankle. “Let go,” he snaps, laughing a little while thrusting his foot back. The sound of a crack makes him turn around, where there’s normally be a black button of a nose sits a bloody mess.
The blow to the face settles his lust down only to replace it with teary sobs, “T-Ty…” He covers his face with both paws attempting to prevent the carpet being stained with blood. A damp towel covers his face only to be swatted to the floor.
The bleeding doesn’t last long and is quickly cleaned up, Tyler settling on the soft carpet beside his boyfriend. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes and slides his fingers through the silky coat.
Sam drapes his arms around the wolf, grinning eagerly as his grip enhances. “I got you.”
Before he can react, Tyler is dragged to the ground screaming. His ears are pinned back but the sharp teeth sink into the flesh easily, with the tongue lapping inside. “D-don’t,” he laughs, ticklish from the probe. His breathing becomes shorter when 150lbs rests on his back and the teeth shy away leaving lips to suckle his ear. “We don’t have t-time,” Tyler yelps and gasps, feeling the wet shaft between his cheeks. His tail wags for a moment before it is pinned between his back and the other boy’s chest.
“Yes, we do.” Sam continues to grind his erection along Tyler’s ass, growing to full length minus knot at 5 inches. “Tell me you don’t want it,” he says while raising his hips. With his right paw, Sam starts to aim the tip directly at the twitching and wet pink entrance, gingerly rubbing the tapered head into the relatively stretchy area without penetrating. “Say it and I’ll stop,” he breathes down Tyler’s neck.
“Honey…”
“Say it.”
For all his reluctance, he doesn’t refuse; instead simply burying his face in his arms with a moan as the very tip starts to push beyond the ripe entrance. A yip and groan escapes when the tapered end gets sucked in and his hole clings to the head, “Do me.”
A lofty breath pushes past Sam’s gritted teeth, his hips raised high above the tight hole he has begun to please. “Good boy,” he comments. The distance between them decreases, Sam gradually increasing the pressure in equal parts to however tight his lover’s hole restricts. Halfway deep the brown fur on his chest intermingles with the black fur, his own ass raised partly with his fluffy tail wagging.
Tyler chews his thumb nervously, focusing on the wet squelching noise from behind. A few extra nips on his ear derive another squeak, distracting from the greatly increased pressure on his ass. Sam’s weight now rests solely on him, the border collie’s cock embedded deep inside. “Ugh…” Tyler groans as the strange feeling inside causes his stomach to turn. “Are you good?” he asks, kicking his legs to alleviate some discomfort.
Sam is remorseless pulling out most of the way and slamming it back inside with a grunt. “Mhmmm.” He repeats the process until there is a small amount of give to the virgin hole. Each thrust adds more pre-cum to the soaking mess, the sloshing of excess lubrication delightful to Sam’s perked up ears.
Left deprived and allowed only the ability to pleasure his cock against the carpet, Tyler shudders as an indescribable feeling wells up from a certain spot being glossed over inside his ass. Once a rhythm begins pumping and his elastic hole contours to the tiny shifts between thickness, drool starts pouring from the boy’s mouth.
Each thrust ends with a deep and passionate grind once Sam’s knot begins to swell and finally pop free of his sheath, dumping extra cum into the overflowing rear end. Surrendering to his shameless submission Tyler begins to jizz on the floor and himself, clenching his ass tight around the thick cock in anticipation for its removal to keep what he can inside. He cries out instead when, instead of having the dick pulled clean out, the rhythmic pounding resumes. It’s no longer gentle as Sam desperately forces the knot between the plump cheeks.
Face planted on the carpet and completely overwhelmed by his smaller partner, Tyler can’t muster a protest. Instead he lies there trembling and moaning while his asshole starts to slowly stretch wider than ever. Sam’s paws are brought between them as he pulls apart the soft furry rump to assist. Every centimetre is a challenge to overcome with the circumference of his knot penetrating the tight ring all at once. The border collie starts growling as progress slows on the verge of reaching the tipping point. He shifts his further down to push at a different angle and slams past the halfway mark.
Tyler howls as his hole swallows the rest of the knot, unexpectedly pulled in by its diminished girth. His entrance tightens up around the very base, spots of cum seeping out through the mostly sealed end, displaced by the addition of even more semen once Sam has firmly knotted seven and a half inches inside. He gyrates his hips, spreading semen all over the slick walls despite the strained moans of pleasure escaping Tyler.
Mumbling out a few words of satisfaction Sam whispers, “That’s a good puppy…” He idly chews on the wolf’s twitching ear.
“I told you we’d be late,” Tyler complains, his phone now blaring with a high-pitched alarm.
“Mmm, but it was worth it.” Sam kisses his boyfriend’s cheek, then forces him to turn so they can kiss properly. His eyes clench shut when he starts to lift away from Tyler’s rear-end to dislodge his swollen knot. “Ah shit,” he says when he frees himself, cum sloshing out and covering Tyler’s black furry cheeks. Sam switches off the alarm and sets himself back on the carpet, snickering, “Hold still.” Sam spreads his boyfriend’s cheeks apart and pokes out his tongue. The wet pink appendage starts to twist in circles all over the dripping wet hole. It spasms to be probed deeper, ejecting a steadily increasing amount of the thick creamy seed for Sam to eat.
“I…” the wolf trails off, burying his face in the carpet. Exhausted after the seemingly endless act of sex, Tyler obediently wags his tail, enjoying the tender sensation of the moist tongue invading his twitching asshole and cleaning out the mess. “Don’t wanna go to school,” he finishes after a minute.
Sam finally removes his muzzle from between the fluffy cheeks, giving each a small rub then a spank of encouragement. “You were all about it half an hour ago,” he says and gets to his feet, the front of his pelvis and cock still drenched in cum. “You get dressed, I’m gonna get cleaned up.” Sam casually strolls naked from his partner’s room to the bathroom to scrub off the scent of sex. He grasps his knot around the base and holds it under the tap, washing off a small layer of cum while encouraging the swollen knot to hide back in its sheath.